 | [Poems by Drake in] The life and works of Joseph Rodman Drake (1795-1820) |  |
To --- [Eva]
Come, love, let thine eye be bright,
Thou hast no cause for sorrow,
The lip that melts on thine to-night,
Shall blush for thee to-morrow.
You think that rosy smile mine own,
Ah, fain would I believe it,
But faith, I know its lustre shone,
For all that would receive it.
Thou hast no cause for sorrow,
The lip that melts on thine to-night,
Shall blush for thee to-morrow.
You think that rosy smile mine own,
Ah, fain would I believe it,
But faith, I know its lustre shone,
For all that would receive it.
And should I chance to change my seat,
I'm sure, for I have tried her,
The smile and kiss that now I meet,
She'd give the next beside her.
For would you know to Eva's breast,
What object is the dearest,
'Tis not the man she loves the best,
But the one who sits the nearest.
I'm sure, for I have tried her,
The smile and kiss that now I meet,
She'd give the next beside her.
For would you know to Eva's breast,
What object is the dearest,
'Tis not the man she loves the best,
But the one who sits the nearest.
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Come, come, you'll find her kind enough,
Whate'er her form or feature,
She ne'er was known to give rebuff,
To any two-legged creature.
Whate'er his stature, mind, or name,
In poverty or riches,
Dark, Christian, Jew, 'tis all the same,
So he but wear the breeches.
Whate'er her form or feature,
She ne'er was known to give rebuff,
To any two-legged creature.
Whate'er his stature, mind, or name,
In poverty or riches,
Dark, Christian, Jew, 'tis all the same,
So he but wear the breeches.
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